Story #25

After reading a few, I felt like sharing my story. In eigth grade, I became friends with this girl. We did everything together. We’d always go to concerts and celebrity events. Then high school came. From the first day, I could already tell, our friendship was gonning to fall apart. I kinda just saw it happening in my mind before it actually happened. Towards late December, we grew more distant. She had her friends, I had mine. She had this one friend, she grew much closer to. And growing closer to that friend, basically just meant ditching me. In late January early February, her friend started to call me names. She called me “Pirate.” To this day, I don’t understand why she called me that. I’m thinking its the way I dress. Sorry, but I enjoy dressing up. Wearing Steve Maddenflat boots and nice shirts was kind of what most girls wore at my school. Everywhere I’d go, she’d be there. With my so-called “best friend” by her side. Screaming that word at me, laughing right behind her. Name calling seemed like no big deal. I kept this whole thing to myself. Didn’t tell anyone about it. But, it grew to things much worse. She started to hit me, or punch me, or just do something physically to hurt me. It didn’t help that I had a period with her during my school year. From the first finger she laid on me, I knew I had to talk to someone about it. I told my best friends. I could tell that the first time I told them about it, they were upset. They didn’t know why someone would do something like that to me. They never wanted me to walk alone after those moments. I was scared to be alone by myself at school. Everyday, I’d have a friend walk to me with class. Especially, to my class she was in. One day, I walked with my friend over to class. And I was just standing around talking to her. Then from the corner of my eye, I saw her. She threw her backpack at me. My friend yelled out to her “Eeeew! Its Frakenstein.” And she replied with “Shut up, Asian!” From that moment, I became so sickened to see this. People who are so racist get on my nerves. It bugs me to see people categorize other by their race and have so much hate for them. All these girls from my class came up to me, asking what was wrong. I was so disappointed, I ignored it. The bell rang, and it was time to go inside. Still shaking from this experience, she stopped me right before I went in. She said, “Next time your friend want to say something to me, tell her she could say it to my face.” I just said “ok.” I sounded so weak. And she repeated what she said only I yelled it. As I she walked away, she punched me in the back. It got people talking. Then my story of how my friend got invloved in my bully situations traveled to other local high schools. It was the last day of March. I went on myspace to see if my ex-best friend deleted every photo she posted of us and our good times. She didn’t. For those photos of us, there was a description. It read “All I’m saying is that the comments for this are hilarious!” All those comments, every single one was from my bully. She said things about how she wanted to kill me and had so much hate. Before I go on, I just want to say this quote. William Beckett of the Academy Is… tweeted it, and it meant a lot to me. It said, “It’s insane that someone you’ve never met, never talked to can be your enemy.” I never even met my bully, never said a single word. I just couldn’t understand why someone could have so much hate for me, and yet not even know me personally. I cried myself to sleep that night. I felt so betrayed and hurt, I was going depressed and had absolutely no hope at all that my life was going to get better. I called my friend. The one who stood up for me. I was in tears, and didn’t know what to do. She was always there, giving me advice. My parents later found out what happened. It was a late start at school the next day. My mom stopped me before I went out of the house and asked me to explain the situation going on. I told her and my dad every detail. And printed out every comment she posted. I walked into school that day, and the bell had just rang. I walked towards my first period to find my bully. It was kind of like she was waiting for me. And as I passed by she threw her backpack towards my direction. For the rest of the day, I had a giant, red line across my left arm. Which later left a scratch that turned into a scar. My mom asked me to text her everytime she did something to me that day. So I did. It was middle of the day, and I went to meet up with friends. And we all walked to class together. Then, she punched me. Towards the end of that period, she came in my direction because she has a friend, who sat directly in front of me. It scared me a bit. I just start conversations with people around me. One of my classmates, heard her what she was saying. They were talking about me. Later that day, my bully heard how mad I was about everything that she did to me. So after school she apologized. I remember what she said so perfectly, “I’m really not that mean.” With a big smile and her sarcastic voice, I couldn’t believe it at all! It was so ironic, cause it all just happened to April Fools Day. I couldn’t stand this pain that I went through anymore. So, the next morning my mom and I went to vist my campus officer at my high school. They had to take photos of bruises and scars. Because my incident became outside of school, they had to give her a criminal record. They suspended her for five days. Which was nice, cause I had a week of not seeing her, before spring break. That day, I thought it was all over. That night I went to go meet up with a bunch of close family friends. I went to go pick up some food with my uncle. We had to wait around for about half an hour. I got this phone call. So I picked it up. On the other line, was my ex-best friends mom. She kept saying that she didn’t know that any of this happened and that her daughter was sorry for what has happened. I couldn’t believe the word “sorry” anymore. Not when!
she was the one by her side laughing while I was the one getting hurt
emotionally and physically. When I went back to go meet up with everyone. I ran into a room crying. I just wanted it all to end, and it felt like it was never going to. Those days she was suspended, people would always ask my teacher why she was gone everyday. It kind of became an everyday thing. I hated sitting in that chair having to hear that everyday. Only a few people knew the true, whole story. When she came back, people asked her. And she made it sound like she was denying everything that happened. Teachers caught on and brought it up and asked her, “I heard you beat up a girl.” How I know that is because one of my friends was in that class with her. To this day, I’m still scarred with the memories that haunt me, but through my situation I realized who my true friends are. I found role models and people I could look up to just because of their situations they’ve overcome in life. Through my rough times, I found music as my escape. I started listening to Never Shout Never. From the first song I heard, it made me feel happier. It made me feel that there was hope that my life was going to get better. To this day, I thank Christofer Drew for that. Its something I love about him and his music.

If there is one thing I don’t understand it’s how someone you don’t even know can hate you for no reason. The fact that this person didn’t even know you and physically and emotionally harmed you disgusts me. I am so happy to hear you got over this though! I hope she doesn’t try to pull such a stunt when you go back to school, but I can see you have great friends and family that really look out for you. I’m glad you look at these people posting their stories as your role models because I feel the same way about them and you!